Lies in introspection, a canvas blank
seen to the word, why is it blank!
I see their colors and artisan's work
yet you peep in, where is the work!
The canvas stares back at me
I gaze through its strokes, talk to me!
I hear no words, flows a light river
I look at it close, and I see no river!
It is blank, it's empty, it shows no work
Far at sight, it reflects life's work!
Scornful, I talk aloud to the canvas seen
How do you look blank in your making?
Says Canvas...
"I am empty behind the colors seen,
Like you beings, hiding as unseen !"
Your visible is filled with artisan's craft
But there is an emptiness behind the raft!
-SSW
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